It's like plate tectonics: Pressure builds up over the centuries, until finally ... pop. For RPM Challenge 2023.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Reg has been reading the papers again, it always brings him down, but this time he can't carry on looking the other way and ignoring the news and the facts that the life, the freedoms he holds dear are slowly being dissolved not just by his government…

I got up to take a look at the eclipse but it was cloudy. Still, the birds were freaking out and insects were acting strange. And still, as the light returned I was in awe of the motions of the universe and thankful to be on this planet…

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